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"Daichi?"
"Yeah, Suga?"
"I want to watch Iwaizumi and Tooru fuck."
Daichi shifted on the bed, sitting up slightly and then looking down at him.
It had been a nice day, a lazy day. They had spent most of it cuddled up together in bed, lazily watching Netflix and making out, leaving only once to go get food. Suga had been quietly nosing against Daichi's neck and kissing at it when he worked up the nerve to tell him.
"You've watched them fuck before," Daichi said, light confusion making his brows furrow.
"Not...not like that," Suga told him. He sat up as well, pulling away from Daichi and nervously fiddling with the ends of his sleeves. "That's...that's different."
"Different?" Daichi asked, one brow raising.
Suga nodded, taking a little breath. "Yeah, um...Oikawa was telling me about it. It's...different when it's just them. And I...I want to see it."
There was a thoughtful silence, Daichi tilting his head to the side. For a moment Suga was worried that Daichi would be bothered by it. But then he just smiled and shrugged, reaching out to pull him back into his chest.
"We'll ask them about it," Daichi told him. "I don't think they would mind."
Suga sighed, feeling a bit relieved. "Thank you, Daichi."
It's been a few months since that night. Things have changed since they had all been in that bed, the four of them fucking beside each other and falling asleep in a tired puddle.
The changes have been wonderful. The changes have been fantastic. They've all become more entwined, more involved with each other. He and Oikawa get to touch, kiss, taste. Iwaizumi takes care of them after they all fall to the bed, panting and tired. Daichi lavishes Oikawa with gentle affection that makes the brunette flush and wiggle in pleasure.
It's been nice. It's been really nice.
Even outside of the four of them sharing a bed, Iwaizumi fucking Oikawa beside him and Daichi, things have been nice. He and Daichi were somehow even closer than before and he's been able to communicate with him easier, let out his desires.
Not that he had never been able to before. It's just that, well...there are things he's realized that he wants and being so intimate and open has helped him be less nervous about sharing with his boyfriend.
They've explored more on their own, adopting some of the behavior that Iwaizumi and Oikawa display beside them so shamelessly. It's been nice, Daichi taking the lead more and more. It's been really nice.
But...
Well. There are things that Suga wants that he's not sure Daichi can give him. Or, at least, there are things that he thinks he wants that Daichi can't give him.
He would try, Suga knows. Daichi would give him the moon on a string if he could. And he loves that about Daichi, he really does. But...but he doesn't want to try to force anything. And he's not really sure if he even wants what he's been curious about. So he kind of wants to observe them, observe the things he's been curious about before even bringing it up.
Oikawa has been telling him about the play that goes on when he and Iwaizumi are on their own. Apparently Iwaizumi doesn't want to make him or Daichi uncomfortable so he saves the more rough play for when it's just them. Which is nice and thoughtful and makes Suga smile.
Iwaizumi is nice. He's nice and far more caring than he lets on.
But he had a certain dominate streak that Suga was more than curious about. He couldn't help it, not really. Not when Oikawa's eyes would unfocus slightly when he talked to him about rough hands and restraints and verbal teases. Oikawa always looked so eager when he recounted their bedroom adventures, so hungry and vaguely starry eyed.
It made Suga curious. He wanted to see it unfold first hand.
If he ended up liking the things that Iwaizumi and Oikawa did, he wasn't sure what was going to happen. He really thinks Daichi wouldn't be for most of it; he's so gentle and so unwilling to hurt or deny him, bless that wonderful man. If Daichi is for it, it'll be wonderful. If he's not...
It's just been him and Oikawa mingling. He and Daichi still fuck, yes. But when it comes to the four of them as couples, it's just been Oikawa and Suga interacting. Iwaizumi has never touched him and Daichi has never touched Oikawa. Which was fine, of course. He didn't want anything to happen that would mess things up. But...well...he was curious. And he trusted Iwaizumi and Daichi trusted Iwaizumi. And sometimes Daichi looked at Oikawa with a bit of curiosity, a bit of hunger. Sometimes Oikawa lets his gaze trail over Daichi with a thoughtful look. Sometimes Suga felt his attention drawn to Iwaizumi. Sometimes he felt Iwaizumi's gaze on him.
They were all so...curious.
They were curious and they trusted each other so maybe...maybe things would shift again. Maybe it would be he and Oikawa and Iwaizumi and Daichi instead of Suga and Oikawa, instead of Daichi and Suga, Oikawa and Iwaizumi.
Maybe.
They would have to wait and see.
At any rate, he just felt grateful for how things were now. Daichi was such a blessing; so patient and trusting and willing. Suga loved Daichi and he felt so blessed to have a boyfriend that was okay with his affection for Oikawa, that was okay with gently exploring their boundaries and discovering new things about one another.
Daichi was a blessing and Suga loved him with all his heart.
It was Daichi that talked to Iwaizumi about the possibility of them simply sitting back and watching. It was Daichi that held his hand at the coffee shop, casually asking Iwaizumi and Oikawa if they would be comfortable with letting them peek in on a scene. Suga knew that it probably wasn't his taste, but Daichi still asked for him, voice tinted with a bit of curiosity and smiling at Suga with nothing warmth.
Daichi was a blessing.
Iwaizumi was okay with them watching. Oikawa was enthusiastic, but Suga had already known that he would be. The brunette had shared nearly all his fetishes and kinks with him by then and being watched was definitely one of them.
Which was nice because Daichi liked watching and there would be at least that for him, if nothing else.
There was talk of what might possibly happen, little lessons on safe words and dynamics. That in itself was fascinating and Suga was pleased when Daichi said it interested him. He still didn't think that his boyfriend would be for all of it, but it was nice to know that he was into it enough that he would be able to watch without being too bothered.
It didn't happen for a little bit, the watching. They all wanted it to be a natural thing, something that wasn't forced.
So a few weeks passed and then a month.
And then they had their double date.
It was movie night. Oikawa had drug them out to watch some cheesy little scifi flick, his excitement brilliant and wonderful. The mood was different that night. Usually on their double dates Suga and Oikawa ended up cozying up to each other, worming their way in between Daichi and Iwaizumi so they could hold each other's hands and link them all together. It was different that night, though. Oikawa had himself firmly wrapped around Iwaizumi, tugging him along and demanding his attention and almost ignoring Suga and Daichi.
Suga didn't mind, of course. He simply enjoyed Daichi's company instead, taking the time to rest his head on his shoulder and idly watch the movie play.
The movie was boring. Usually Oikawa's picks were far from boring; if they weren't good movies at least they were so cheesy they were laughable.
But this was boring. He was bored and Daichi was bored and Iwaizumi seemed bored as well. When Suga leaned over to the side to glance at Oikawa, he was glassy eyed and looking close to falling asleep.
It was a pity, Suga thought. They hadn't been able to go on a double date recently so he had wanted the night to go well. There was still the cafe to look forward to, but...
Beside Suga Iwaizumi shifted, leaning toward Oikawa and whispering something. They stood up and left, Iwaizumi smiling at Suga with something almost devious in eyes illuminated by the glow of the movie screen.
It was a while before they returned. Daichi had asked if they should go check on them, but Suga had kept him still with a kiss and a hand running up his thigh.
When they did return, Oikawa looked almost flush faced in the dim light of the theater and Iwaizumi seemed incredibly smug. Suga was curious about what had happened, but he was sure that Oikawa would spill everything sometime later.
The movie thankfully ended soon after Oikawa and Iwaizumi returned and they all shuffled out of the theater together. Oikawa was strangely quiet, squirming and clinging to Iwaizumi with pink tinted cheeks and a bitten lip.
"Are you okay?" Daichi frowned, looking concerned. Suga felt fondness wash over him, pleased with Daichi's care for the brunette. "Oikawa?"
"He's fine," Iwaizumi reassured him. "Aren't you, Tooru?"
Some strangled noise left Oikawa when Iwaizumi put his hand on his shoulder, pupils blown wide and cheeks flushing even more. He nodded, giving Daichi a wavering smile, and then shivered when Iwaizumi pressed a kiss to his neck.
"Maybe we should go home?" Daichi suggested, still frowning.
Bless Daichi, that oblivious, wonderful man.
"He's fine," Iwaizumi said firmly. "We're going to go to that cafe, just like he wanted. And then we'll go home."
Daichi tilted his head to the side, searching the two of them for a moment. But then he nodded and Suga smiled. Whatever it was that was happening between Iwaizumi and Oikawa was going to come to light, he knew. And he couldn't wait for it to happen.
Iwaizumi led them to the cafe with a smile and a confidence that made Suga want to melt a bit. He was just so...
Iwaizumi naturally took the lead when it came to their little group. He did it with an ease that was comforting, reassuring. Daichi was a leader just as well, yes. But when it came to the four of them, something seemed to come over Iwaizumi. His nature was amplified, evolved into something that sent little tingles down Suga's spine.
He loved Daichi. He loved how gentle he was, how patient he was and how so, so tender he could be. But...
Suga watched as Iwaizumi put his hand to the back of Oikawa's neck, making the brunette bow his head as he whispered something in his ear that made Oikawa tremble.
He wanted to know what that was like.
Iwaizumi herded them into the cafe, his hand to the small of Oikawa's back and a calm but pleased smile on his face. Oikawa still hadn't said anything. He had been so quiet since they had left the theater, simply shivering at random intervals and biting his lip as if holding back little whines. Daichi still seemed concerned, bless him. He was such a sweet soul.
They ordered their coffee, Iwaizumi ordering in Oikawa's place when the brunette simply blinked up at the smiling waitress.
It was interesting to see Oikawa so quiet, reduced to balling his fists in his lap and occasionally letting tiny little choked noises slip out from him. Iwaizumi looked so calm beside him, vaguely smug as he rested his chin on his hand and chatted with Daichi about this and that. His composure made Suga's stomach do a funny little flip, the urge to squirm in his seat running through him. He just looked so put together compared to Oikawa; the contrast was weirdly thrilling to Suga.
Oikawa just seemed to get more and more flustered with each passing minute. He was starting to look almost distressed, eyes darting to Iwaizumi and his coffee left untouched.
He finally broke down with a whimper, his whole body shaking and curling into itself as he looked at Iwaizumi.
"Iwa-chan, please."
A smirk crossed over the spiky haired man's face, his expression nothing but amused. "Really, already? And I thought you could hold out longer than this."
Oikawa whimpered again, nearly seeming to unfocus for a moment. "Iwa-chan, please. I can't-"
"Oh you can," Iwaizumi told him, a hand reaching out to cup his face and run his thumb lightly over his bottom lip. Oikawa shuddered, eyes falling half-lidded and mouth falling open. "You can and you will."
Suga did squirm at that, watching them with more than a little interest. Oikawa seemed to forget about him and Daichi, but Iwaizumi looked over at them with pleased little hum.
"What's going on?" Daichi asked.
"Nothing," Iwaizumi told him. "Just a bit of fun."
Oikawa whined softly at that, looking petulant.
"Hmm?" Iwaizumi turned his gaze back to Oikawa, dragging his thumb over his bottom lip again and then over its edges. He cupped Oikawa's cheek and the brunette shivered and nuzzled against his hand, almost like a cat. "You were the one that was complaining about being bored earlier."
"Iwa-chan-"
Iwaizumi ran his thumb over the curl of Oikawa's ear, making him cut himself off with a flutter of long lashes and a quick, sharp breath. "Do you want to tell them what we did? Do you want to tell them why you're beginning to fall apart right here in the middle of the coffee shop? Why you're five minutes away from making a mess of yourself right in front of everyone like a dirty fucking slut?"
Suga felt Daichi stiffen beside him and grabbed his hand, smoothing his thumb over the back of it. He knew Daichi wasn't a fan of dirty talk that strayed into degradation. He was so stupidly, wonderfully, perfectly gentle and loving and the thought of calling someone a slut or worse made him uncomfortable. Daichi really was too sweet.
But Suga...
He bit his lip, trying to repress a little shiver. It was good, the taunt in Iwaizumi's voice. He wasn't sure whether he enjoyed Iwaizumi taunting Oikawa or if he enjoyed the thought of him being in the brunette's place even more.
Oikawa gave a quiet little whimper, one soft pant trailing after it. "Iwa-chan...."
Iwaizumi smiled, turning his head toward them and making Oikawa do the same. "There's a vibrator up his ass. He was complaining about being bored so I thought it would entertain him."
"Hajime." The call of Iwaizumi's given name was ragged, full of unspoken pleas. "Please, I need..."
"Oh, no." Suga felt his throat run dry at the denial, at the smugness in Iwaizumi's voice. "You're going to wait until we get home like a good boy. Don't tell me you want to come in your pants right here. Are you so shameless you'll orgasm in the middle of a coffee shop, right in front of Daichi and Suga and everyone else?"
Oikawa's whole body trembled at that, a barely suppressed whimper let out and his fingers gripping the coffee table with so much force his knuckles turned white.
"Fuck, Hajime."
That came out softly from Daichi, one sharp inhale given.
It was hard not to squeeze Daichi's hand and give out his own little whimper at the words. It was all so-
"Fuck."
He couldn't quite keep it in. It was just so good and the little knowing look Iwaizumi shot him was even better.
"We still have coffee to finish," Iwaizumi said, a slight drawl in his voice. "Then we can go home and- if Oikawa's lucky- I'll take care of him."
Suga didn't think he had ever downed a cup of coffee so fast in his entire life.
Iwaizumi sipped on his own slowly, taking the time to enjoy it. Daichi was a bit more quick with his and Oikawa completely ignored his cup, staring at the table and taking in shallow, uneven breaths.
"Are you two going to watch tonight?" Iwaizumi asked when they were done, the question casual as he stood up from the table.
Suga darted his gaze up at Daichi, silently begging him to say yes. Daichi smiled at him, the expression warm and vaguely amused. He stroked through Suga's hair, patting it and gently letting his hand drop so his fingers stroked over Suga's cheek.
"Yeah," Daichi told him. "We'll watch."
The drive back to Iwaizumi and Oikawa's apartment was quiet, the atmosphere heavy in a pleasant sort of way. Suga couldn't help but watch Iwaizumi's hand on Oikawa's knee, his thumb rubbing firm strokes along it. Daichi kept his arm around him, holding him close in the backseat. He was quiet and Suga felt a bit worried, but Daichi just smiled down at him whenever he would tilt his head up to search him for any trace of discomfort.
The quiet lasted until they walked into the apartment, Oikawa full on clenching his hands into fists and Iwaizumi smiling faintly.
"Hajime, please."
Oikawa was panting softly, eyes hazy and and lips trembling. Iwaizumi's smile just grew wider and he reached out a hand, stroking over Oikawa's cheek and then patting it lightly.
"Go to the bedroom and take off all your clothes," Iwaizumi ordered. "Wait for me on the bed, face down, ass up. Don't you dare touch yourself or remove the vibrator."
Oikawa whimpered but nodded, immediately turning to flee down the hall.
"Daichi, Suga." Iwaizumi's face was set more serious when Suga glanced over, something stern in his gaze. "I don't know how rough it's going to be. You're free to leave if it makes you uncomfortable but please be quiet if you do. It won't be good for him if the scene is interrupted. It's been a hard week and he needs this. I don't want anything to disrupt it and send him into a bad headspace."
Suga nodded, feeling his throat run a bit dry. Daichi squeezed his hand lightly and pulled him a bit closer, rubbing his arm gently.
"We'll keep it in mind," Daichi told him.
Iwaizumi nodded and turned, walking away with a confidence that made Suga feel a bit weak.
"You're really okay with this?" Suga asked, pressing a kiss to Daichi's cheek. "We don't have to watch if you're not."
"It's fine," Daichi said firmly. "I promise I'm okay with it."
Suga nodded and pressed another kiss to his cheek, a nervous but excited thrum running through him.
They followed Iwaizumi to the bedroom, footsteps soft and hands holding each others tightly.
Walking in to find Oikawa in the middle of the bed, face to the sheets and ass in the air made it instantly hard to breathe. He was flushed and trembling, hips twitching ever so slightly under Iwaizumi's hand.
Suga swallowed, letting Daichi pull him over to the armchair in the corner of the room and into his lap.
From this view he could see Oikawa's cock, impossibly hard and leaking against his stomach. There was the urge to crawl onto the bed and drag his tongue over Oikawa's shaft, lick up all that precome and make him writhe.
But he didn't do it, of course. He just sat there in Daichi's lap, breath uneven and anticipation making him tingle.
"Safe words, Tooru. Say them."
Suga felt Daichi shift in the chair, his arm lifting to wrap around Suga's waist. There was a flash of relief that it had started out like this, that Iwaizumi hadn't dove straight into anything rough.
Oikawa let out a heavy breath, eyes closed and fingers curling against the covers. "Gastly, Haunter, Gengar."
Suga had already known that, but he felt Daichi's chin rest on his shoulder, lips curled into confusion against his neck.
"Pokemon evolutions," he explained, trying to keep his voice as quiet as possible so as not to interrupt. "Usually it's just green, yellow, red or something similar. Oikawa's just being extra, as always."
Daichi hummed against his neck, pressing a kiss to it and making him shiver just a bit.
"Good boy." Iwaizumi ran his hand over Oikawa's hip, gripping it firmly and making him squirm. "Not that you're going to need them, right? Desperate slut like you will take what's given and will take it gladly, won't you?"
Oikawa whimpered, the covers tightening in his grasp.
"God, look at you," Iwaizumi continued, his other hand reaching to trail a finger up Oikawa's spine. "I wonder what your little fangirls would think if they saw you like this? Ass in the air and hips shaking, dripping and shameless...you look so fucking pathetic."
Suga squirmed at that and sank his teeth into his bottom lip. His cheeks were already to beginning to flare up and there was desire coiling in his belly.
"You like that?" Daichi asked, voice soft and breath tickling his neck. It wasn't sexual, the question. It was just curious, unjudging and interested.
Suga nodded, watching as Oikawa whined into the covers, Iwaizumi's hands gripping his hips tightly. "Yeah...it's, um...I like it."
Daichi nodded, giving him a reassuring squeeze and then falling quiet.
"Look at you..." Suga thought he could detect a bit of fondness in Iwaizumi's voice. "You're so hard. I bet I could make you come without even touching you."
Oikawa let out a distressed little whimper at that, hips pushing back against Iwaizumi's hands and fingers clutching the covers tightly.
"N-no. Please, Hajime," he begged, voice high and whining. "I need you. Please, I'll be good."
"Will you?" Iwaizumi spread Oikawa's cheeks with a small smirk and Suga watched as Oikawa buried his face into the covers, body shuddering as Iwaizumi tapped on the end of the vibrator. "That's hard to believe. You've been such a bad boy this week, Tooru. So snippy and rude. I'm not sure if you deserve to be fucked."
Oikawa had been snippy and rude all week. But it was all because he was stressed; essays piling on him in an unforgiving heap, his knee acting up, and a series of bad days at work had put him on edge. Suga knew that and Iwaizumi knew that and he knew that it was just part of the play, just a way to work through the stress. He hoped Daichi knew it, too, and that he didn't think that it was Iwaizumi being unnecessarily cruel to his boyfriend.
"Please, Hajime." The whimper that Oikawa let out made Suga squirm, press back against Daichi and clench his hands into fists. "I'll be good, I promise. Please."
"Will you?" Iwaizumi leaned forward, grabbing Oikawa's hair and lifting his head from the bed. "You'll be a good boy for me, Tooru?"
Oikawa whimpered and nodded, hips rocking back and his knuckles white as he clenched the covers. "I'll be good."
Iwaizumi let out a little hum, dropping Oikawa's head and squeezing his ass before pulling away.
He stood up from the bed and tugged his pants and shirt off, ignoring the way Oikawa squirmed and whined. Suga watched as Iwaizumi sat on the bed again, back against the headboard and the half-hard bulge of his cock making Suga flush.
"You want it?" Iwaizumi asked Oikawa, smirk on his face and finger curling in a beckoning motion. "Earn it."
Oh fuck.
He had to press his hand to his mouth to muffle the moan that threatened to slip out at that. Daichi's arm loosened around his waist, hand moving to rub against his thigh.
On the bed, Oikawa crawled forward to Iwaizumi. It reminded Suga of a tiger almost, the way he moved. It was so graceful, so elegant.
But it was completely belied by his hazy eyes and feverish cheeks. Oikawa looked three seconds from orgasm, quiet pants slipping out and a wrecked expression on his face.
Suga watched as he dipped down, kissing along Iwaizumi's inner thigh and whimpering.
"Please, Hajime." His voice was breathless, needy and shiver inducing. Oikawa sounded so good. "Please fuck me. I'll be a good boy for you. I'll do whatever you want, I promise."
"Whatever I want?" Iwaizumi's voice was lower now, holding an amused little taunt in it. "What if I want to take you outside and bend you over the balcony and fuck you where everyone can see? What if I want to make you go to work with that vibrator in your tight ass for the rest of the week?"
Oikawa keened at that and Suga nearly did as well, grabbing onto Daichi's hand and squeezing it tight. "Anything, anything. Please, Hajime. I need you."
"You need me? You need my cock?" Oikawa nodded, almost frantic with the motion. Iwaizumi placed one finger underneath Oikawa's chin and lifted it up, tilting his head back so he could lean down and smirk into his flushed face. "Then earn it, kitten. Put that pretty mouth of yours to good use."
Oikawa looked like he damn near came at that, a strangled little moan coming from him and lashes fluttering, his fingers curling into the covers so roughly Suga thought he might tear them.
It must have really been a rough week, more rough than Suga had known. Oikawa had told him so much of what happened between he and Iwaizumi in the bedroom and Suga knew that the little pet name was a thing rarely used.
It was nice, though. It was really nice. The way it came out from Iwaizumi, low and teasing, made Suga shiver.
Oikawa actually let out a mewl before pressing his lips against Iwaizumi's thigh again, hips raising in the air and kisses trailing up to Iwaizumi's hips.
Suga felt Daichi shift in the chair and bit his lip, eyes closing momentarily when his lover's lips pressed against his neck. Daichi kissed it gently, hand sliding up to tease him through his jeans and making him squirm in his lap.
It was nice, this. It was nice watching Oikawa mouth against Iwaizumi's cock, darkening the fabric of his underwear with his spit and making Iwaizumi's nostrils flare. It was nice watching Oikawa- Oikawa who never denied himself his hedonistic desires, who always gave himself to pleasure- restrain himself, cock hard and leaking and untouched. It was nice watching this scene unfold, Daichi pressing kisses to his neck and palming him through his jeans.
It was nice...but he wanted more.
He wanted to be the one with fingers curled through his hair, pulling hard and making him whine. He wanted to be the one growing shameless and desperate, whimpering and letting out stuttered pleas. He wanted to be the one letting someone else take control, letting someone wreck him with taunts and rough hands and fond eyes.
He wanted that.
But...
But Suga also wanted to be on the bed, teasing Oikawa as the brunette choked himself on Iwaizumi's cock. He wanted to run his fingers over Oikawa, make his cock twitch and help tease him to the very edge. He wanted to help wreck him, help break him down into a glazed over mess.
That was surprising, in a way. But the desire was there and now he was curious about it, curious if that would ever play out between them.
On the bed Oikawa was taking Iwaizumi down his throat as if that was what he was made for. The wet, sloppy sounds were loud and made Suga squirm. It was obscene, the noise. He had never gotten so intense with Daichi. Could Oikawa hear himself? Did he know how absolutely pornographic he sounded?
Daichi's breath blew across his neck, heavy and hot. His hand began to fiddle with the button of Suga's jeans, popping it open and then sliding the zipper down.
"Look at you." Suga shivered at Iwaizumi's voice, squirming just as Oikawa did. "Taking me like such a good boy. You look so pretty with my cock down your throat. It's a shame more people don't get to see you like this, all slutty and desperate. How do you think your fangirls would react if they could see you like this? How do you think all those snooty little bitches you work with would react?"
There was a strangled moan, Oikawa's hips twitching in the air. Suga felt his breath catch and bit back his own quiet noise, grinding his hips back against Daichi and tugging on his sleeve, silently begging to be touched more.
"It's a shame, but they don't deserve to see you wrecked like this," Iwaizumi said, his voice fond. He pulled Oikawa off of him, making him rise up and whine. "Such a pretty little slut for me. No one would ever guess that the great Tooru Oikawa could be so desperate and needy."
There was another whine from Oikawa, lashes fluttering and his body squirming. Suga could see his hands clench and unclench and wondered if he was trying to keep from touching himself.
"No, no one would guess," Iwaizumi continued. "No one would guess that you beg for my cock, that you let me fuck you until you're a broken, pathetic mess." Oikawa whimpered and Iwaizumi smiled, free hand reaching up to trail a finger across Oikawa's cheek in a caress. "You're being good for me, just like you said. Maybe I will fuck you like you want. Would you like that?"
Oikawa immediately began to nod, not seeming to care that motion pulled his hair tight in Iwaizumi's grasp. "P-please, Hajime. Please fuck me."
Iwaizumi hummed, dropping Oikawa's hair from his hand and smiling. "We'll see. Be a good boy and turn around for me. Face down, ass up. Got it?"
Oikawa nodded and scrambled around, falling into position just like Iwaizumi wanted. It made Suga breathless watching it, his heart pounding quickly. This was different than what he had expected, less rough and more...
Well, he wasn't sure what it was. It was gentle, in an abstract sort of way, maybe. But there was still a firmness about it. And could one be gentle when saying such things?
Suga watched as Iwaizumi leaned forward, nudging Oikawa to scoot further down the bed. Oikawa was quick to comply, shuffling forward with a little tremble and closing his eyes.
There was a whine when Iwaizumi began to pull the vibrator from him, the sound petulant and upset.
"Oh? You don't want me to take this out?" Iwaizumi asked, beginning to ease it in and out of Oikawa with an amused little smirk. "I thought you wanted to be fucked, Oikawa. If you like it so much I can leave it in you. I can tie you down and leave you to come from it. Is that want you want? To be untouched and pushed to the brink from a toy?"
Oikawa half-sobbed at that, clearly distressed from the thought. "N-no. Please, Hajime, please."
"That's right, Tooru," Iwaizumi drawled, pulling out the toy and tossing it to the side. "Beg some more. Show me what a pathetic little slut you are."
Hearing Iwaizumi's words made Suga press his hand to his mouth, desperate to hold back a whimper.
It was just so hot. Who would have ever guess that such things could come from Iwaizumi?
It made him tremble, made his cheeks flush. It was just so...it was just so good.
"You really do like that." Daichi's voice was soft in his ear, sounding as if he was marveling over the state Suga was slipping into. "Do you want to be treated like that?"
Suga nodded, shivering at the thought. Daichi hummed quietly, pressing a kiss to his neck and gently running his fingers over Suga's cock.
On the bed Oikawa was babbling, words tinted desperate. He was nearly crying into the covers, still untouched and trembling under Iwaizumi's gaze.
"Please, Hajime. I want- I need your cock," Oikawa begged. "I need it so bad."
"Oh yeah?" Iwaizumi sounded almost breathless, his hand wrapping around his shaft. "Tell me more."
"Need it so bad," Oikawa moaned, hips arching up in the air even more. "Need you to fuck me, stretch me, fill me-"
"Finger yourself," Iwaizumi ordered, cutting him off. "Fuck your needy hole and tell me how bad you need me."
Suga had to stuff his knuckles into his mouth to keep from whimpering. Daichi muttered a "fucking hell, Hajime" in his ear, hand wrapping around Suga's cock and beginning to jerk him. It made his toes curl, muffled little noises slipping out from him that he wasn't quite able to hold back.
Oikawa slipped two fingers inside of himself easily, whimpering as he did.
"Need it, Hajime. Need it. Need you. Need you to fuck me and fill me and-" Oikawa moaned, hips rocking back to meet his fingers. "Oh, fuck, please-"
"More," Iwaizumi ordered. "Add another finger. I know you can take more than that."
Oikawa keened, face pressing into the mattress as he obeyed. Suga felt his own body shake, teeth digging into his knuckles and eyes screwing up. He felt hot and almost overwhelmed watching them. It was just so good. He wanted-
"Hajime, Haijme, Hajime," Oikawa chanted, Iwaizumi's name falling from his lips in a broken litany. "Need it, need you. P-please fuck me. I'll do anything just-fuck- please."
"God," Iwaizumi breathed, his own face flushing and breath falling heavy. "Fuck, you should see yourself. You dirty little slut."
Iwaizumi's hand twitched and then he was reaching for Oikawa, wrapping his hand around his neck and pulling him up by it. Oikawa whined and whimpered as his fingers slipped out of himself, lashing fluttering and breath stuttered.
"My dirty little slut." Suga whimpered as Iwaizumi's hand squeezed around Oikawa's neck, pulling him back against him so he could growl in his ear. "I should give you a collar, mark you up and make it so everyone knows you're mine."
Oikawa let out a choked, wanting noise at that, his hips grinding back against Iwaizumi. Suga felt Daichi's teeth on the curl of his ear, grazing over it as he pumped his shaft. It was good. It was too good.
"Maybe some other time." Oikawa shivered in Iwaizumi's grasp, whining when he unwrapped his hand from his throat. He kept himself pressed against Iwaizumi, wanton with his moans and the needy stutter of his hips. "Fuck, Tooru. You're like a bitch in heat grinding against me. You want it?"
"Need it, Hajime, p-please."
There was a faint smile on Iwaizumi's face when he slid from Oikawa, something pleased and smug flashing in his eyes. Suga swallowed hard when he leaned back against the headboard, crooking a finger as Oikawa whipped his head back and whimpered at him.
"Then come and get it."
Fuck. Fuck.
It was too much watching Oikawa crawl toward Iwaizumi. It was too much watching him turn and grip Iwaizumi's cock, shaking and moaning as he rubbed himself against it. It was too much watching him sink down, keening and crying out as Iwaizumi gripped his hair tight, pulling his head to the side and biting into his neck so hard that a tear slipped from corner of Oikawa's eye.
It was too much.
Suga felt a moan leave him, vision growing hazy and lashes fluttering. Too much, too much. Oikawa mewling and riding Iwaizumi and Iwaizumi's hand on Oikawa's hips, holding him down tight as he fucked into him and Daichi's hand around him-
It was too much.
Suga whimpered and turned his head from the scene, squeezing his eyes shut and trembling against Daichi.
There was the feeling of being lifted, a quiet curse and then the sound of a door opening.
He was there watching Iwaizumi and Oikawa fuck but then suddenly he was on a bed, blinking up at Daichi and running his hand down his chest, moaning and arching his back under his own touch.
"Fuck," Daichi breathed. His pupils were blown wide, cheeks flushed and chest moving more quickly than usual. "Sorry, baby. You were getting too loud."
Suga whimpered and reached out a hand for Daichi, grabbing his shirt and pulling him down so he could kiss him.
Daichi let Suga pull him down, bracing himself over him and letting Suga kiss him with a biting hunger, ragged little moans slipping from him. His hand wrapped around Suga's wrist, pulling him away from himself and then replacing Suga's hand with his own around his cock. His thumb swiped over Suga's head, making him keen into the kiss, and Suga heard him growl when he pulled his lips away.
"Fuck, Koushi." Suga whined, hips lightly bucking. "Baby, you should see yourself. You look so needy. Did you like it that much?"
Suga nodded, toes curling and eyes squeezing shut when Daichi's hand moved, pumping his shaft and making him pant.
He liked it. Liked the way Iwaizumi talked, dirty and commanding and lightly humiliating. Liked the thought of being ordered around, taunted and teased. Liked the thought of his hair being pulled and hands wrapping around his neck. Liked the thought of being fucked hard and left with bruises.
He liked it. He wanted it. He needed it.
"Koushi." Daichi bent his head down, nipping at his neck and moving his hand faster. "Fuck, baby. You want that? Want to be used and teased and fucked?"
Suga keened, wrapping his arms around Daichi and digging his nails into his shoulder blades.
"Fuck, yes," he whimpered. "Want it. Want it so bad."
Daichi growled, biting into his neck harder and then pulling away so Suga's hands fell from him. He gripped Suga's wrists in his free hand, pinning them to the bed while he continued to jerk him off.
"Look at you." His voice was so rough, but there was a trace of fondness in it that made Suga squirm. "Fuck, baby. Maybe I should let Iwaizumi fuck you. Would you like that? You want to be a good boy for him?"
Suga nodded, biting into his lip and trembling under Daichi's gaze.
"I bet he'd like that," Daichi told him. "You would be such a good boy for him, wouldn't you Koushi?"
He mewled at that, vaguely aware of that it was probably just Daichi trying to help him to orgasm but still loving it, loving the thought of it.
"Y-yes. I'd be so good, Daichi." He shuddered, squirming and letting out a quiet whimper when Daichi shifted his grip. "So good. So, so good."
"I know you would, baby." There was a fondness in his voice, an almost amused light in his eyes. "You'd be so good for him. So obedient and good. You'd be good for him and you'd be good for me, showing off what a good, good boy you are and making me proud."
Suga keened at that, eyes screwing up and body shaking.
Fucking hell.
Yes. Yes, he would be so good. He'd be so good for Iwaizumi, so good for Daichi. He'd be good and perfect and he'd take Iwaizumi so well and-
Daichi leaned forward, twisting his hand and biting into the curl of his ear before growling out, "Come for me, Koushi."
He whimpered and shook, calling out Daichi's name and panting as his orgasm rolled through him, making his hips stutter and his vision going blurry.
"That's it, baby," Daichi whispered, nosing against his neck and pressing soft, gentle kisses to it. "So good for me, coming like that."
Suga shivered and whined when Daichi gathered him up, shifting them so he was leaning against his chest. He felt pleasantly tired now, slightly fuzzy headed and warm.
"You okay, baby?" Daichi asked after he calmed down, pressing his lips to the top of his head.
Suga nodded, drawing Daichi's hand to his mouth and licking at the digits and the sticky fluids coating them. He smiled as Daichi groaned into his hair, closing his eyes and letting himself melt against his lover.
"What...what about you?" He yawned, turning his head slightly and nuzzling against him. "You didn't come."
"It's fine," Daichi told him. "That can wait until later."
Suga hummed at the thought, pleased with it. "So...what did you think?"
It was a bit nerve wracking to ask. But, well...he needed to and it would just be easier to get the conversation over with before he lost his nerve.
"It was..." Daichi sighed and Suga tilted his head back, looking up at him to search his face. "It was interesting. Different. I'm not...I'm not sure if I could be like that with you."
Suga smiled, leaning up ever so slightly to press a kiss to the underside of his jaw. "I know. It's okay."
Daichi frowned, the expression small but stubborn. "I like to be gentle with you."
"I know," Suga said, smiling fondly.
"I like..." Daichi sighed again, leaning his face down and pressing a kiss to his cheek. "I like to see you come undone. I like to see you lose yourself to pleasure. But I like it to be soft, gentle."
Suga shivered, past romps with his lover flitting through his mind. He was very aware of how Daichi liked to watch him come undone, liked to be soft and gentle. If given the chance he would spend the entire day being gentle with Suga, dropping soft kisses on him and worshiping him with sweet caresses and awed words. He would spend the entire day working him up, slow and steady and so, so loving with his affection.
"I know," Suga told him, lacing their fingers together and bringing them up to kiss them. "And that's okay. I like you being soft and gentle with me."
"I'm glad," Daichi said, frown lifting into a smile. "But...you want it to be rough, too."
"Maybe?" Suga admitted, smiling guilty against their knuckles and then dropping their hands. "But it's nothing you have to do. I don't want you to be uncomfortable. It's fine, I promise."
"I know it's fine." Daichi leaned down, nosing against his neck and giving it a little nip to make him whine. "But I want you happy. I want you satisfied."
"You do satisfy me," Suga told him, persistent with wanting his lover to know how much he enjoyed him. "It's always so, so good with you, Dai."
"And it's good with you," Daichi said. "But...I want you happy. I want you sated. I don't want to deny you."
Suga flushed, squirming lightly. Daichi was so good to him. He always wanted to make him happy, always wanted to spoil him and give him what he desired. Daichi was good to him. Daichi was too good to him.
"Do you want that?" Daichi asked, giving his neck another kiss. "Do you want to experience that?"
He felt his cheeks darken and bit his lip, nodding. "Yeah. But...but you don't have to do it."
"What if it was with Iwaizumi?" Daichi asked, voice soft and gentle. "I don't think I could, but..."
"You would be okay with it?" Suga moved to look at Daichi, studying his expression. "You would be okay with Iwaizumi and I...?"
"I think so," Daichi told him, his tone thoughtful. He ran his thumb over the back of Suga's hand, soothing the little bit of nervousness welling up in him. "I've...well...I've thought about it. I mean, I knew when you asked to watch you were interested and I was sure even then that I couldn't give you that."
Suga felt himself flush, a little bit of guilt coursing through him. "I'm sorry."
"Sorry?" Daichi frowned, squeezing his hand. "Why are you sorry?"
"I..." Suga bit his lip, casting his eyes down to their clasped hands and sighing. "I don't know...for wanting that? For wanting something you're uncomfortable with?"
"Koushi." Daichi reached his free hand out, cupping his cheek and making him look up at him again. "It's fine. You don't have to be sorry for wanting it."
"But-"
"But nothing," Daichi said firmly, smoothing his thumb over his cheekbone and making him shiver. "It's fine. Listen...I've thought about this. I've thought about this a lot. Even before you asked to watch them. I can't tell you how many times I've thought about us, about Iwaizumi and Oikawa. This whole thing has been about you and Oikawa and what you two want. And it's been good, it's been nice. I...I like this. I like being together; you, me, Hajime, Tooru."
Suga bit his lip again, feeling some strange bit of tenderness run through him. "Daichi..."
"I trust Iwaizumi," Daichi told him, voice soft. "I trust you. I trust Tooru. I'm not saying it's something I want to happen right away. But if it's something you want to try, Koushi...I'm okay with it. If it'll make you happy, I'm okay with it."
Suga felt that weird pinprick of tears in his eyes and reached his free hand up, pressing Daichi's hand more firmly against his face and shivering. "Daichi...you're too good to me."
"I'm not." There was a small smile on his face, something warm and loving. "I love you is all. I just want you happy."
"And I love you too," Suga whispered. "I love you so, so much."
Daichi's smile grew and he leaned forward, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "Good. Now...do you want to try it?"
"...maybe?" Suga hesitated, turning his head to nuzzle in Daichi's palm and press a kiss to it. "Only...only if everyone is okay with it."
"Of course. There's a lot we'll have to talk about," Daichi said. "I want to talk to Iwaizumi and Oikawa later, ask them about how it works with them. I want to understand a bit better before we do anything."
"Do you think they'll be upset?" Suga bit his lip, feeling a sudden wave of anxiety. "Because if it would make them upset, I don't want to ask or bring it up. I don't want to bother them or make them uncomfortable. And I really don't want Tooru mad at me and I don't want to overstep any boundaries and-"
Daichi kissed him, cutting him off before he could get too worked up. He was smiling when he pulled away, expression so fond it almost made Suga feel a little petulant.
"You worry too much," Daichi told him. "That's why we need to talk. I really don't think they're going to be upset. Have you mentioned anything to Oikawa?"
"Not...not really?" Suga hesitated. "Like...he knows I'm curious about it. He was the one that asked if I wanted to watch them. But I haven't...I don't know. It's not like I've said that I want to fuck Hajime."
"Do you want to fuck Hajime?" Suga felt himself immediately redden and scowled when Daichi chuckled. "What? It's something I have to ask."
"I know. But..." Suga squirmed, feeling vaguely embarrassed. "I don't want you to think that I don't want you anymore or anything."
"Baby, I know you want me. You make it very clear to me." Suga flushed darker, sending Daichi a mild glare when he grinned. "So...do you?"
Suga groaned and leaned forward, resting his forehead on Daichi's shoulder and huffing. "Maybe."
"That's not an answer." Daichi poked him, making him whine. "Come on, Koushi."
He huffed again, beating his head against Daichi's shoulder and grumbling. "Yes. Yes I'd like to fuck Hajime."
Daichi was grinning when Suga pulled back, clearly amused with how embarrassed Suga was.
"I don't know why you're being smug," Suga told him with a pout. "I've seen how you look at him, you know. Always staring at those biceps of his."
It was Daichi's turn to flush, cheeks reddening almost immediately. Suga laughed and Daichi launched himself at him, giving him a noogie and wrapping him up in a tight, tight hug.
"You," Daichi said with a huff, "are such a brat."
"Yeah, but I'm your brat," Suga said with a grin, rolling over so he could look up at him.
Daichi rolled his eyes, still flush faced but smiling. There was a moment of silence between them and Suga felt his heart swell, something tender and grateful running through him.
He was so blessed to have Daichi. He was so, so blessed to have a boyfriend that was so trusting and loving and eager to make him happy.
Daichi really was too good to him- no matter what he said.
"I love you." The words tumbled out easily, a soft smile forming on Suga's face. He reached up and cupped Daichi's cheek, smoothing his thumb over the bone and drinking in how soft Daichi's gaze grew. "I love you so much. You're so good to me."
Daichi turned his head, kissing at Suga's palm and flushing so gorgeously that it made Suga want to purr in satisfaction.
"So good to me," Suga whispered. "So loving and trusting and patient. You're amazing, Daichi, and I love you so, so much."
"And I love you." Daichi leaned down, capturing his lips in a soft, soft kiss. "My perfect, wonderful, beautiful Koushi."
Suga shivered at the words and fisted Daichi's shirt in his hands, nipping at his bottom lip. "Sap. Stop being so lovely before I get hard again."
"What if that's the plan?" Daichi teased, pulling away and grinning at him. "What if I want to get you riled up again?"
Suga huffed and sat up, pushing Daichi to lean against the headboard and then worming his way into his lap. "I don't think I can handle anything else without needing a nap after. I'm sure they'll be done soon."
Daichi hummed and wrapped his arms around him, dropping his head so his lips brushed over his hair. "It might take a while, though. With aftercare and all."
"Maybe." Suga yawned and cuddled into Daichi. "Just wait a bit to get me going again; I'll be more than happy to get properly fucked later."
"Oh yeah?" Daichi slipped a hand under his shirt, smoothing his thumb over his hipbone. "Even if it's gentle?"
"Even if it's gentle." Suga tilted his head up and pressed a kiss to the underside of his jaw. "Even if it's so gentle and sweet it makes me want to cry."
"Now who's being a sap?" Daichi teased. He looked pleased though, smiling and happy. "Fine. Later I'm going to be so gentle it'll bring you tears."
Suga squirmed at that. But he was grinning, too, and definitely looking forward to it.
They stayed curled up in the bed for a while, chatting lazily and doting on each other. They talked about their future, what they wanted, who they wanted. They talked about the things they were interested in exploring, the things they were curious about. They talked and they kissed and they cuddled until Daichi's phone went off.
"Iwaizumi said it was okay for us to come back," Daichi told him, one gentle kiss pressed to Suga's temple. "You ready?"
Suga nodded, standing up from the bed and lacing his fingers through Daichi's.
The walk to the bedroom was short, but it seemed long to Suga, something nervous but excited running through him. He was curious about what Daichi wanted to ask them, curious about what they would say, how they would answer.
Oikawa was curled up on the bed when they entered, his head in Iwaizumi's lap. He looked better than he had all week; tired but pleased, peaceful and relaxed. He smiled at them when they entered, stretching and yawning.
"So. Did you like watching Iwa-chan fuck me?"
Suga rolled his eyes at his friend, sinking onto the bed and crossing his legs.
"I did," Suga told him, managing to keep his blush in check when Oikawa grinned and something smug lit up in Iwaizumi's eyes.
"It wasn't quite my taste," Daichi admitted. He squeezed Suga's hand, sitting next to him. "But Koushi enjoyed it, so..."
Oikawa hummed, stretching again and rolling over onto his side. His shirt shifted with the movement, showing off a new bruise and bite marks.
"We figured as much," Iwaizumi said. "Did you leave because of that?"
Daichi shook his head. "No. Suga was getting loud and I didn't it want to distract you two."
Suga huffed and lightly kicked at Oikawa's thigh when the brunette snickered.
"Shut up." Oikawa just grinned, looking more than pleased. "It was..." Suga took a breath, running his hand through his hair. "It was enlightening. I...yeah. I really liked watching it. I think...I think I like that sort of thing."
Oikawa snickered again and Iwaizumi smacked him on the top of the head, scowling at him.
"Stop that, Shittykawa." Iwaizumi glanced over at them, fingers stroking Oikawa's hair back from his forehead. "We're glad we could help you figure out you like that sort of thing."
Suga flushed and leaned into Daichi's side. Daichi wrapped his arm around him, fingers gently stroking down his arm.
"We...well, I have some questions," Daichi told them. "Suga's interested and I...well, I just want to understand it a bit more. If he wants that sort of thing, I want him to have it."
"Aww, Daichi's so sweet," Oikawa cooed, earning another light smack from Iwaizumi.
"What do you want to know?" the spiky haired man asked.
"I..." Daichi frowned, clearly not sure where to start. "I guess I just want to know what you two get out of it?"
Iwaizumi hummed, fingers moving to stroke through Oikawa's hair again. "That's...hard to explain."
"For me, it's cathartic," Oikawa offered up, eyes closing under Iwaizumi's ministrations. "It's...I...there's a lot of pressure I put onto myself. I feel like I have to be perfect, that I have to always be in control, you know?"
Suga nodded, even though the brunette couldn't see him, and swallowed. Daichi squeezed him, pulling him even closer.
"So when Iwa-chan takes that away, when I give him the reins, it's...it's...I don't know how to describe this." Oikawa huffed, opening his eyes again and sitting up. "It's just...I don't have to think. All I have to do is what Iwa-chan wants and the only thing I have to do is be good for him. It's not...It's different. I know he'll make me feel good and take care of me and even when it hurts sometimes it help because it makes everything come out and..."
Oikawa trailed off, frowning slightly and turning his head to look at Iwaizumi. "I don't know how to say it."
"I...help him feel things," Iwaizumi told them, pulling Oikawa closer to him. "It's...he puts pressure on himself, like he said. He's not good at letting it out so when I make him cry or take the control away or just...it's like...it's like overriding his system and helping him reset."
Daichi hummed and Suga leaned his head against him, trying to understand it. The thought was...he could sort of get it. That's what he wanted. He wanted someone else to take control so he could shut down.
"And what do you get from it, Iwaizumi?" Daichi asked, running his fingers over Suga's hand and linking them together.
"I get a happy Trashykawa that isn't five seconds from self-destructing," Iwaizumi said, voice almost soft. "I get him relaxed and peaceful. And, well...it's just...when he gives himself away, it's good. I know he trusts me and it makes me feel powerful, good. Taking care of him helps me take care of myself, in a way."
"I think I can understand," Daichi said, tone thoughtful. "I just...I don't think I can understand the humiliation, I guess."
Oikawa shrugged. "I can't explain it myself. It just helps break me down. And it's just...it just feels good."
"Same. Plus it's nice putting this little shit in his place every once in a while." Oikawa scowled, smacking Iwaizumi on the knee when he grinned. "It's just a part of everything. It helps break him down and he knows that I don't mean any of it."
"And you want that?" Daichi asked, placing a kiss to Suga's cheek.
"Y-yeah?" He could feel his face flush and squirmed lightly, some sort of vague embarrassment running through him. "I mean, it just...um...the thought seems..."
He trailed off, feeling the heat in his cheeks rise even more.
"Baby, there's nothing to be embarrassed about," Daichi told him. "It's fine. Just because I don't like it doesn't mean you have to feel ashamed or anything."
Suga whined softly and Iwaizumi smiled, hiding it with a kiss to the top of Oikawa's head.
"So what now then?" Iwaizumi asked. "Now that Suga knows that he's into it...what are you two going to do about it?"
"Um..." Suga bit his lip, glancing at Daichi nervously. "We..."
Daichi squeezed his hand, taking a little breath and looking at Oikawa and Iwaizumi with a determined expression. "I can't do it for him. I know I can't. It's not in me to be rough with him like that. And I can't dirty talk like that. It's...I can't. But if it's what Koushi wants..."
Daichi took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment before opening them. "We...we were kind of...well...We were kind of thinking that maybe...maybe you could help?"
There was quiet and Suga swallowed hard, his nerves immediately overtaking him.
No. No. They were upset. Oikawa was going to hate him and Iwaizumi was going to be mad and they were going to think that they were awful for asking and they weren't going to want to be around them anymore and they were going to hate him and it was all his fault for wanting something different and he was the worst and he was ruining this and-
"Suga-chan should fuck Iwa-chan."
Suga jerked, blinking hard and whipping his head to stare at Oikawa. The brunette smiled at him, calm and composed, nuzzling against his boyfriend and pressing a kiss to his neck.
"Or, really, it would be Iwa-chan fucking Suga-chan," Oikawa said. "I think it would be good for him."
Suga blinked, mouth falling open and both relief and uncertainty running through him. "Tooru? Hajime?"
"I don't think I mind it," Oikawa told him, draping himself over Iwaizumi's lap now, nearly looking pleased with the idea. "Besides, I want to see Iwa-chan wreck Suga-chan."
Oikawa seemed to purr at the thought, one hand reaching up and stroking over Iwaizumi's jawline. "Iwa-chan would take such good care of Suga-chan, wouldn't you, Hajime?"
Suga could swear that there was a light flush on Iwaizumi's cheeks, some spark of hunger in his eyes.
He nearly whimpered, pressing against Daichi and clinging to him. He felt small with how Oikawa was looking at him, eyes piercing and bright. And the way Iwaizumi's nostrils flared, a deep breath taken, made him feel so...
Suga shivered and Daichi wrapped his arm around him even tighter.
"You would really be okay with it?" Iwaizumi asked, voice low and almost gravelly. "Both of you?"
"I think so," Daichi said quietly, squeezing Suga's hand tight. "I trust you and I want Koushi happy. I...there are a lot of things we would need to discuss and I would want to build up to it, but...yeah. If everyone...if everyone would be okay with it, then yes."
Suga swallowed when Iwaizumi's eyes fell on him and squeezed Daichi's hand tight. He nodded, not quite able to speak, and Oikawa grinned from Iwaizumi's lap.
"We have a lot to talk about," Iwaizumi said after a moment or so. "I...it's...fuck. It's...it means a lot that you trust me like that. That both of you trust me like that. That-" He dipped his head low and pressed a rough, quick kiss to Oikawa's lips. "-you trust me like that. I...yeah. I...could try. We could try. I wouldn't want to rush into it or anything."
"Oh, Iwa-chan is flustered," Oikawa cooed, rising up and pressing a kiss to his cheek. "How cute."
"Shut up, Shittykawa."
Oikawa just smirked, looking over at Suga with heavy lidded eyes. "My Iwa-chan is going to fuck you so good, Koushi."
Suga squirmed and flushed, tilting his head back to look at Daichi. He just smiled down at him, warm and loving and patient as always.
He thought back to what Daichi had said earlier, his voice soft but ringing with an earnest truth.
"I like this. I like being together; you, me, Hajime, Tooru."
Suga bit his lip, looking back to watch Oikawa tease Iwaizumi and Iwaizumi gently smack him on the shoulder and then pull him into a kiss.
Suga squeezed Daichi's hand and smiled.
He liked being together with them too.